Description
I am at the end of the road,
Where only thoughts have power,
A place built in cold colors,
Devoid of life.
But I know that the labyrinth did not catch me,
I grew it within me, day after day,
From thoughts left unattended,
From glances always turned to the past.
Here I understood that a repeated thought
Carves its way like a merciless water,
And silently changes the direction of the river,
Until life flows where I did not choose.
I look at it from somewhere above,
Without fully believing it.
And for the first time, the colors breathe,
And the lines no longer seem so close.
Then I understand:
I don't have to tear down the labyrinth,
But just change the map in my mind,
A step without fear,
A question asked at the right time,
A thought that doesn't judge, but teaches.